Owed to a Grecian
Yearning
Woody historian, what
leaf fringed legend haunts about thy shape?
What mad pursuit, what wild ecstasy?
Fair youth thou canst not leave, bold
lover never canst thou kiss,
forever wilt thou love, silken flanks
with garlands drest,
forever panting, forever young, fair
attitude in silent form,
this embroidery wrought, this art a
friend to man.
All breathing human passion, we need to
know this Beauty.
May the gymnasiums of our minds be the
hosts of peaceful games.
Owing to J. Keats and J. Kashdan
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